Chapter 4: The traitor and the friend

Thomas had no way of knowing what time it was, but if he could have guessed , he would say it was around 2:00 am when Newt woke him. He was whispering his name with a worried voice as he chook him awake. A weird and disgusting sound hung in the air, but it was not long until he recognized it. Grievers. Thomas jumped, scared; but Newt held him down. Just a look made him freeze. This was serious.

Thomas listened more carefully. The griever sounds were faint and almost inconsistent. "Is it hurt?" he asked.

I think so. It sounds like its heading left.

Should we go Forest?

Yeah, Forest

They both stood up and starting walking away from the noises – to the right. It wasn't long until they saw the trees extending in the distance. Next and Thomas exchanged a concerned look, but continue to walk rapidly through the shadows. Watching over their shoulders. There was a cold thickness to the air around them; as if either of them could die any second, but they had chosen to think against it. Denial was sweet.

The tree line extended over their heads. Spreading and over them and covering them with their long shadows. It was unsettling at first, but once you trusted yourself into the darkness around you, it was easier to be brave. Neither Thomas nor Newt made a sound while they walked. It made Thomas worry that Newt might not be around any more. That's when he heard him again. Lets stop here.

Telepathy did come in handy in moments like this, when making one noise would probably mean that it was your last.

The sun eventually came out, and when Thomas opened his eyes, he could not remember when had he fallen asleep. Funny enough, he could remember everything else; especially the fear that had overtaken him the night before.

Newt was still asleep. A couple of yards form where Thomas was laying. Up ahead, there was a lake. It was long, and its transparent waters covered a thousand small round rocks that had been polished by time, and their friction against each other. On the other side of the river there was a slimy figure, it was very large, and ugly looking. As a huge mass of… a huge mass of…. Just a huge mass. No words to describe it. It was a dead griever.

Thomas stood up, confused, and walked towards the river to take a closer look, but still cautious.

It won't come out a live He heard her say in his head. It is as dead as it can be

The sight of her voice made him jump and fall oh his back in an embarrassing way. Teresa? How in the world was it possible?

Where are you? Was all he could manage to think. He was worried if he said the words out loud she would not be able to hear him, They had communicated long distance through telepathy before, how could he be sure this was not the case for it.

Right behind you, you dumb ass.

Thomas blinked and turned around. There, close to where Newt was still sleeping stood Teresa. With her pale skin and blue eyes. A blue not even the ocean could dream to attain; because it was the color of the sky when it had no clouds to cover it. Her dark curly hair fell on both side of her faces, and her trademark knowing smile extended to her eyes. That mature look that med Thomas think she knew something more than he didn't.

The second he saw here, the image of her being crushed at the end of the their battle against ratman invaded his head. How she had died. But now, she was there. In front of him. Laughing.

"You know. It is not just your thoughts that I can read. I don't like you thinking of me dying" she said

"Sorry"

"No worries. I am here to make you a deal"

Thoams looked up, waiting for her to talk. "I'm listening" Really? I'm listening? Where they there to talk business? The only thing Thomas wanted at the moemtn was to run at her and embrace her. But the ghost of the past hung in the air, and held him is position. Telling him to be cautious.